It had been raining for days in Los Angeles. On one such afternoon, when the rain took a breath, I looked out my kitchen window and saw something you don't see very often. A red balloon. A red balloon that hovered mid-air as it's white string tapped hopefully on the patio cement. A red balloon that had survived the storm. How did it wander into my yard? Did it feel safer there? Was it hiding under my olive tree, hoping the storm wouldn't find it there? For me it created a sense of wonder which I sort of think red balloons were put on this earth to do, to create in us a sense of wonder, of what's possible. So, I've been noodling that around for a few days. And, then last night I went to my nephew's basketball game. Kirk's team, Walled Lake Northern, played cross-town rival Lakeland for... Read more →